a thousand funerals
all that die, live
a thousand funerals
Tag: poet
the smell of sea water
the taste of sea water dripped neck, and the hint of sand all over the legs. “You smell of sea water,” her lover whispers, placing a peck on her back.
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Ambulance sirens,
background television noise,
stray dogs howling, louder.
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